Gracious.

[truepenny]

There are over 500 of you.

::waves to everybody::

Since I have to write a synopsis of The Mirador today, and since synopsis-writing is an activity which I both hate and am incredibly bad at, I'm going to issue an open invitation:

Tell me something about yourself.

It's an invitation, obviously--nothing even as strong as a request--so if you don't want to, no harm, no foul. But if you'd like to (and this applies as much to the people I know as the people I don't) ... tell me something. Make it as long or as short, as serious or as goofy as you want. If you are a reader who doesn't have a LiveJournal account, that's totally cool, too--just please remember to sign your comment.

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[elisem.livejournal.com]

I used to load railroad cars. Tonight Mr. Ford is showing me a documentary on freight operations in northern Minnesota, and when they got to scenes of the train crew walking alongside coupling cars, I got all nostalgic. Could almost smell the oil and the dust and the sun-warmed metal and the thousand-and-one smells along the tracks.

I wonder what happened to my old hardhat.